Douluo Dragon King: I, the wielder of the Holy Sword, will vanquish all evil.

Chapter 35 Golden Dragon King

Next, Su Qiu dialed the communicator and asked the administrator to handle it, and that was the end of it.

Guanglong remained obedient throughout, and when he heard that he would be handed over to the administrator, he immediately became indifferent.

He's been in there quite a few times, but every time his older brother manages to get him out the next day at the latest.

Little did he know that this time he would be imprisoned for life.

With just a word from Su Qiu, his brother, the captain of the East China Sea mecha squadron, wouldn't be able to do anything about it.

To put it bluntly, Su Qiu is the crown prince of Donghai City.

Gu Yue, who had followed Gu Yue, silently observed everything from the crowd, adding another entry to her observation diary of Su Qiu.

As evening approached, and given what had happened, none of them wanted to continue playing, so they ended their day of relaxation and went home.

The second day of the promotion tournament also ended quickly. Gu Yue didn't participate much this time, merely playing a supporting role. She had already achieved her objective, and could simply coast along unless absolutely necessary.

Unlike the original story, after school, there was no incident of a light-blowing storm blocking the door.

Su Wuyan truly held absolute power in Donghai City.

The person entered the room one second ago, and Guang Biao's dismissal notice arrived the next second. If anyone dared to make any move, he would also have to go in.

Regardless of his status as the master of the East Sea Spirit Pagoda, Dragon Sparrow Douluo's reputation is well-known throughout the Federation.

The reason Su Wuyan stayed in this small Donghai City was to stay away from the power struggles at the Spirit Pagoda headquarters.

The main reason is that Mu Chen is here.

Since it didn't matter where he stayed, Su Wuyan volunteered to take up a post in Donghai City, so as to keep his good brother Mu Chen company.

Of course, Mu Chen would rather not have this kind of free company that comes to the Blacksmith Association all the time.

In dormitory 205 tonight, Xie Xie, who had won another promotion match, excitedly boasted and pointed out his strengths to Yun Xiao and Zhou Changxi.

In his opinion, the contestants from Class 3 and Class 4 were all no match for him, and Class 2 would be no different.

He's already studying the opponents in Class One.

In contrast, Tang Wulin, sitting cross-legged on the bed, appeared to be meditating and cultivating.

But he couldn't sit still.

Lately, a strange power within me has been stirring, and the screams of dragons in my mind are becoming more and more frequent.

He vaguely sensed that there was a great secret hidden in this, which might even be related to the mutation of his Blue Silver Grass Martial Soul.

In the past, he could enter a meditative state with just his eyes closed, but at this moment, Tang Wulin's mind was in turmoil. The lingering dragon roar and screams reappeared, disturbing his peace of mind.

Gradually, his consciousness began to blur, and the dragon's roar faded away. He thought he had finally entered meditation, but he did not notice that the golden patterns on his back, extending from his cervical spine to his coccyx, were quietly lighting up.

At the same time, a faint burning sensation slowly enveloped his entire body, causing Tang Wulin to tremble slightly and furrow his brows.

When he opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by darkness, as if he had fallen into an endless void.

Just then, a golden light pierced the darkness in the distance, its dazzling brilliance drawing him closer.

As the outline of the golden light became clear, Tang Wulin couldn't help but gasp.

That was a huge golden dragon!

With its five claws outstretched and its entire body covered in golden scales, it has deer antlers and a snake's body, yet it stands high above without wings.

Even though the shape of the five claws under its belly was different from the dragons recorded on the mainland, he still had a thought in his heart: This is a dragon.

A burst of golden light suddenly appeared, and Tang Wulin found himself on a ground paved with blue bricks. He looked down at himself, but his figure was illusory. Looking up, he saw an endless golden dragon floating high in the sky.

The dragon was surrounded by layers of clear blue halo, and that blue color inexplicably reminded him of his Blue Silver Grass.

"You came."

A cool, clear voice came from all directions, sounding quite mystical.

Golden rays gathered in front of Tang Wulin, transforming into a figure whose face was obscured.

"Who are you? Where is this? Am I dreaming?" Tang Wulin blurted out a series of questions.

"Perhaps it's a dream, or perhaps it's part of your body." The voice of light and shadow spoke in riddles, "You can call me Old Tang. I am just a wisp of remaining divine consciousness, here specifically to guide you."

Strangely, captivated by the sound, Tang Wulin's curiosity overcame his fear of the unknown: "What is that? Is it a dragon?"

"It's not an ordinary dragon; it's the complete essence of the Golden Dragon King." The words of the light and shadow sent a jolt through Tang Wulin. "In a sense, it's your calamity. The Golden Dragon King's energy is too immense; your small body simply can't withstand it. Once it erupts, you'll die."

The word "death" struck Tang Wulin's heart like a hammer blow. He was stunned for a moment, then asked softly, "Am I definitely going to die?"

"Do as I say, and you still have a chance, but it will be very difficult." Seeing that he had gained the upper hand, Guangying's voice calmed down.

"You should have already felt its power."

The voice in the light and shadow, "The Golden Dragon King represents the ultimate in effort," seemed to express both longing and regret.
"Your strength is greater than that of your peers because of it. Back then, a powerful figure placed eighteen seals on it to save your life. To survive, you must unlock the seals one by one, digest and absorb the energy, until you have complete control over it."

absorb?

At such close range, Tang Wulin could feel the Blue Silver Grass within his body weakening.

He had more faith in his martial spirit than in the unpredictable world of light and shadow.

"Why is such a dangerous power sealed within my body?"

"Can't it be peeled off?"

Seemingly surprised by the answer, the light and shadow remained silent for a moment before asking, "This is supreme power. You don't want it?"

Tang Wulin doesn't have a great desire for power these days, and he's been very happy since enrolling in Donghai Academy.

Under Su Qiu's guidance, the students in the class enjoyed a harmonious and happy time together.

The roommates also get along well, and the four of them chat about the future every night.

He also has a good friend named Xie Xie who often treats him to meals.

The promotion competition went smoothly, fulfilling Teacher Wu Changkong's expectations.

If that's the case, why would Tang Wulin risk his life to absorb the Golden Dragon King?
"Alas, you have no choice. If you don't move forward, you'll fall behind." The light and shadow saw Tang Wulin's intention to retreat. "If you don't find a way to absorb its power, you'll explode and die sooner or later."

A moment of silence.

"How do you absorb it?" Tang Wulin pressed.

"To break the first seal, you need three spiritual items: a hundred-year-old Ice Crystal Fruit, a hundred-year-old Crimson Flame Fruit, and ten drops of blood from a hundred-year-old soul beast with dragon bloodline."

The figure paused, its tone serious, "Now that I have awakened, once you have gathered these three items and consumed them together, I will help you break the seal. Remember, your rate of growth must keep pace with the rate at which the seal loosens. If you cannot break the first seal before the age of ten, I will no longer be able to suppress its power."

Tang Wulin's heart tightened.

He was only a few months away from turning ten. He was about to ask where to find these things when he remembered that soul beasts were already on the verge of extinction, and his voice was full of helplessness: "Soul beasts are almost gone, where am I supposed to find the blood of a hundred-year-old soul beast?"

Whether it was my imagination or not, the light and shadow seemed to sense something and glanced in a certain direction.

(End of this chapter)